Story of the week:

Dreams
By: Kaya Stone

Dreams.They can sometimes be worthless and never come true.But that's what I thought until I met Joey.I didn't learn much about riding from trainers or live clinics,it mostly was my family's collection of horse books.I used to actually think I could own a horse while living in suburbian Maryland,but I discovered-or rather,was told-we couldn't. By and by I watched my sisters get their dreams and thought:Why are Horses so expensive?But THAT was before the big move.We bought a home in the country,purchased a goat and a chicken or two,and gradually settled down to the country way of living.

And then Joey came along.I was out walking the dog when I heard shouting and frightened horse squeals.A large man and what looked to be his son were forcing a horse out of a shed, which was next to a large arena,lined with hot wire.The horse was a deep bay,and when he squealed again I caught sight of his teeth.I figured from his teeth he was about three.The men finally got the horse out to the arena.The son disapeared and came back with a well-groomed horse and a lasso.The man mounted and charged his mount toward the other horse.The bay reared and bolted.The other horse kept chase and then threw the lasso at the bay hind legs.The rope tightened and Joey-oh,great-I named him already-fell to the floor with a thud.

"Hmm,"The son said with a wicked grin,"Starving him helped."I watched them loose the lasso,load the other horse into a trailer and drive away,leaving Joey lying in the dust.

 

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